Sunday, December 28, 2008

I dreamed of a girlwith dark skin and bright eyeslong hair and long neckand warm copper lipswilling with chaste kissestheir taste the promiseof youth fulfilledOut of place among usin the midst of our filthher royalty was unmarredShe gave me a giftof gems and precious metalsbut when I looked at it laterit was a simple thinga child's thingof bright colored clay

This poem is the direct result of a very vivid dream I had. The setting is an idealized evocation of warm summer nights in my teenage years. I loved the ambiguity of the symbolic gift.

Okay, bear with me. This came to me fully formed in a dream while I was feeling quite poorly, and most likely feverish.

my attendants array before me each morningin uniforms chosen through assessmentand reassessmentand as they diminish in service to methroughout the monthuntil they are nearly spentREBIRTH!like the invincible moonmade full again

It wasn't quite as vivid as the hallucinations I had when I had meningitis, but it's still pretty cool for something that I didn't consciously write. When I woke the memory was vivid enough for me to quickly jump to the computer and write it down. Apparently I had gone to bed early (no recollection) because the time stamp is about 10:00 PM.